~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Poetry Thread XXIV~

January 2, 2006 | bentfeather/Poets of the Lair

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and me...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[Kathy in Alaska]

To this day it is one of my favorites.

[WayzataJOHNN]

"But we did have a volcano erupt. Fortunately the ash stayed south of us. How's your snow?"

Still there, but roads clear, but cold at night. Typical Minnesota damp cold and unpleasant!

Highway cop here, (buddy of mine), told us at the shooting club that if we are driving and can't duck a deer on the road, to aim for the hind quarters as this spins the animal sideways, around the car, rather then up and into the windshield. I asked, and he said same thing for even a moose! (Last year he had to remove a lady from a car where a deer had come through the windshield, and failing about it kicked the woman nearly to death. You becareful up there!!!!!!!!!!

[WayzataJOHNN]

"Beautiful images in your poem. Lovely. Different style for you, eh??"

Glad you liked it, I often venture into new forms and styles just to see what's possible.

[Kathy in Alaska]

I will remember the aiming part. It very well could make the difference between life and the animal in the front seat with you. Stay safe down there!!

[HopeandGlory]

I'd like to stop these Armadillos,
Who're digging up my lawn.
These pesky rotorooter's
Are really making me forlorn.
Green pastures now I mourn.

Between Armadillo and drought.
My lawn's a thing of the past,
Praying for rain and some green
Might seem a bit extreme, but
It's my succinct dream.

My nocturnal non-Armadillo friends,
Are a serious threat,
To my lawns well-being
and future survival, so
Hopefully some rain will bring about a revival.

rim ©1/15/06

Good evening Miss Feather . . . I'm way behind as you can see, but . . . I will catch up . . . ;-)

Goodnight all who visit "The Lair."

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening Hope...Cute poem, albeit an aggravation for you.



A little armored problem in the yard?? Get the knights out to rid your little spot of Texas from little drillers.

[Soaring Feather]

Evening to ya poet of the Hinderlands.

[HopeandGlory]

Oh boy . . . Armadillos are a real aggravation . . . they dig up everything looking for grubs . . . they look really, really good, as purses (I had one once, can you believe . . . LOL!!! ) or "Roadkill" . . . LOL!!! . . . mean Hope . . . really really really mean truthful Hope . . . ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Those critters must be something like woodchucks. We have chucks here and they are a nuisance.

[Soaring Feather]

In the film "Tomorrow Never Dies," James Bond said,
"The distance between insanity and genius is
measured only by success."

---

Today is Monday, Jan. 16, the 16th day of 2006 with 349 to go.
This is a U.S. federal holiday observed as Martin Luther King
Jr.'s birthday. The moon is waning. The morning stars are
Mercury, Jupiter, Pluto, Venus and Saturn. The evening stars
are Mars, Uranus and Neptune.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

I had been saving this one for a little later, but considering the weather here lately, I think it is fitting:

Spring Seen as a Fight Between Two Women; A Poem

Ah, shadow of the summer to come,
The reverse of Indian Summer, a Grandmother's Spring,
Bringing the promise of Summer's heat and a glorious end
to the whiteness of winter,
How nice it has been for you to come visit us.

I wish you would have stayed.

But yesterday morn there were cherry blossoms in the snow,
Although the snow was gone by mid afternoon.

Cherry blossoms in the snow -
What a symbol for the warfare of spring,
how the battle rages between the last fading grip
of the Winter Queen,
and of the Summer Lady.

They fight, sometimes, tooth and nail.

This year, Winter stepped with her spiked heel on
Summer's fair hand,
But we know that Summer will take the floor once again,
Stand up, and dust herself off,
And push Winter into the hole for a few months
until it's her turn to lay exhausted,
waiting for her white sleep to begin again.

4/21/02

[Soaring Feather]

Very nice poem. Strong images, I like it, Thank You.

[WayzataJOHNN]

My Love

She oh so gently teases with a soft caress,
a sweetly wanton smile or a lascivious wink,
and I remember her ways with fondness,
as into my life’s memories I sink.

Her smile is as gently warm,
as her touch is grandly light,
while I dream of other moments filled with her charm,
gazing on her body, a wondrous and sweet sight.

Love is all the answer the question of life will ever ask,
and all you have to know to get it right,
the single test of self, the understanding of life’s task,
the joining of souls in the evenings fading light.

[Soaring Feather]

Luscious! Delicious, and in other words yummy.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Thought of the Day

St. Augustine asked, "What, then, is time?
I know well enough what it is, provided that
nobody asks me; but if I am asked what it is
and try to explain, I am baffled."



Today is Tuesday, Jan. 17, the 17th day of 2006 with 348 to
follow. The moon is waning. The morning stars are Mercury,
Jupiter, Pluto, Venus and Saturn. The evening stars are Mars,
Uranus and Neptune.

[Texas Songwriter]

CALVING HEARTBREAK

Baby calves,a poem I penned,
To share my thoughts "bout where and when"
The calves are born and life begins,
So here's the story when it ends.
My heifer now, near two years old,
I'd kept to be my very own,
A "babydoll" we say, not to be sold,
But kept as years unfold.
And so nine months I watched with care
As birth approached, I was there
To help, if needed, in travail,
To push or pull, but not to fail,
But bring the joy of birth to where
There's a chance at life, a farmers' prayer.
Perhaps had it been a soft full moon,
Which urged gestation sing its tune,
Where harsh headlights honned the gloom,
Of loosing life; To loose so soon,
The baby calf died. And I immune
To senseless sorrow, wept inside
That I could not help.
Well there it is, a ranchers' life.
Of loss and gain, joy and strife.
I am particularly sad my daughter saw,
As Life struggled Death, it's story told
Before her very eyes.
She is too young. I've tried to guard
From harsh life-lessons;Lifes' courtyard.
It's life and death; No-holds-barred.
It's right to say that livings' hard.
So baby calves, they satisfy,
You do your best and really try.
But help alone can't satify.
The Reaper comes, the Reaper scythe,
It cuts a swath, it takes a life,
It's hard to try to clarify.
Why baby calves make me laugh and cry.

Jeffrey D.Russell
Jan 16,2006

[Soaring Feather]

Hello Texas Songwriter. Long time no see.


CALVING HEARTBREAK

So well written, thank you.

[HopeandGlory]

Children of the Heavenly Fold

What comfort to take our burdened souls
And come before the living God,
For He can lessen every care
And dissipate the darkest cloud.
He's God, and He's all powerful;
He's there to meet our every need.
He stops the stormy winds that blow
And calms the raging waves at sea.
So, when life's cares and burdens press,
Let's come in prayer and bare our souls.
He'll welcome us with outstretched arms . . .
His children of the heavenly fold.

by Loise Pinkerton Fritz